| In London, Berlin — skinheads are movin' in
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| They got the songs, the boots and beer
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| Homegrown bigot every one a patriot
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| Just like we got 'em over here
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| When times get rough people ain’t got much
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| They think you’re trying to take it away
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| They look for a scapegoat, throw him from the lifeboat
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| He ain’t like us anyway
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| And you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t
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| No place for you in the middle of the road
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| You’re walkin' on a knife’s edge runnin' for your life
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| There ain’t no place for you tonight
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| You’re a long way from home
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| You’ve got a long long way left to go
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| On a hot night a knife fight underneath a street light
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| Sounds like the same old song
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| This front, that front nothin' but a witchhunt
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| Send you back where you belong
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| And you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t
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| No place for you in the middle of the road
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| You’re walkin' on a knife’s edge runnin' for your life
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| There ain’t no place for you tonight
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| You’re a long way from home
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| You’ve got a long long way left to go
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| You’re a long way from home
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| You’ve got a long way to go… |